Jazzman

Lift me, won't you lift me above the old routine
Make it nice, play it clean, Jazzman

When the Jazzman's testifying
A faithless man believes
He can sing you into paradise
Or bring you to your knees
It's a gospel kind of feeling
A touch of Georgia slide
A song of pure revival
And a style that's sanctified

Jazzman, take my blues away
Make my pain the same as yours
With every change you play
Oh Jazzman, come on now, Jazzman

When the Jazzman is signifying
And the band is winding low
It's the late night side of morning
In the darkness of his soul
He can fill the room with sadness
As he fills his horn with tears
He can cry like a fallen angel
When rising time is near

Jazzman, take my blues away
Make my pain the same as yours
With every change you play

Oh lift me, won't you lift me with every turn around
Play it sweetly, take me down, come on, Jazzman